TIME ANARCHY
want a sunday that doesn’t matter
want a monday non-manic-mad-hatter

a tuesday night with the zest of friday
sunday-slow-traffic when its only wednesday

want a day with no association of anniversary
no meaning attached to number 17, or february

Yes!  I cry for total time anarchy!
A bonfire of calendars…day planners…burning free!
Watches...clocks...palm pilots, flung into the sea!

then day after day,
the sun can rise,
the moon can set,
and we will just BE

ageless…timeless…deadline free
Time finally freely flowing
on into infinity

--CRONIN DETZZ

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TIME ANARCHY
Written 2-17-02
Inspiration
Every week, Sundays were hard for me.  Every year, February 17 was difficult for me.  On the day I wrote this, Feb. 17 fell on a Sunday so I had a double-whammy.  My mother was killed in a car accident on February 17, 1990.  I tried to make this day uneventful but the memories would come anyway.  Sundays were difficult because in my early years of parenthood, my ex would come and pick up the kids from weekend visits on Sunday. Also, the 17th is my daughters birthday. In later years, the kids moved away and Sundays became our weekly phone date.  Between missing my children and missing my mother, this day was too overwhelming!
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